We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Your holes want it
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
You had my food, now you have me
So you never had real pussy before?
Let the pussy feel neglected
Special treatment for special privileges
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note